When his UVA classmates discussed the story of a peasant woman who found joy amid pain and isolation, Josh Pritchett didn’t say anything. That’s because he was flashing back to his time in the hole, to being locked in solitary confinement for violent fights. So while the others talked about symbolism in 19th-century Russian literature, he was thinking about how, with the passage of days in that cold cell, dreams became beautiful, and anger faded into serenity. This spring, Pritchett went back behind bars – by choice.